Текст песни Movin' In - Zeeko & Manic

(Aye yo, could you turn me up a little bit, yeah)
(Yo where my lighter at)
(Straight outta Jakarta we just, yeah)
Straight outta Jakarta
We just tryna show the art of
Ain't nobody show us how to
They just tryna make it harder
Man we gotta keep our guard up
Count the blessings thank the father
City's only getting hotter
(Man, what the fuck am I saying)
Can't afford to get all caught up
Yea we comin' from the bottom
My drip clean, my whip clean
My wrist gleam, I sipped lean
Since sixteen
(Huh)
In my ripped jeans
And fuck if you riding 'cause I make the waves
Ya lil' chick wanna ride it take her to my place, uh
I can't be sorry
I mean she got that ass like Ari
I'm off of that Bacardi prolly
You know I got the moves like Ali
I go hard like I'm a jawbreaker
I give that sweet chin music call me Shawn Michaels
I'm a heartbreaker
Shiny sharp razor, street bench skater
Burning rubber on the concrete, see ya later
Riding in my Chevy skinny jeans with my dick out
Mista steal yo bitch, ridin' round with my slick mouth
Steal your mama's pills, call me Dennis I'm a menace
Droppin all these tabs, I'm the illest all this
LSD got me trippin', purple drank sippin'
Double cup, pour up, aerosol whippin'
Skinny slick killa', yo chick's tushy filla'
Supa freaky deaky in the bed, I'm gorilla
Curve and swerve these bitches like Rossi
Keep the ones with attitude, you know I like them bossy
Show her off, when I pull up at the function I'm flossy
Margiela drip they mad, 'cause ya boy too saucy, uh
It's all a game of tic-tac-toe
Can't wait to score anotha' one with some thick ass hoe
Checkin' into a five-star with my other baddie
She got lost, called her dad, now she callin me daddy, what
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
(You tellin' me the same spot we record, is the same spot where you)
(Aye, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
(Bro that's nasty as shit, you nasty as shit bro)
(Do ya shit bro)
Double park the fuckin' spot 'cause I win a lot
Slippin of the spill, I'm the puddle that you didn't mop
Just the next bop, press you like you Xbox
Headin' out the house, drop a mic, just like I'm Barrack
(Obama out)
What the fuck goin' on
Caught a dub off of somethin'
I don't call up but they gone
Never dab up to you bums
This an anthem
So hard to even fathom
You foolish like you Shaqtin while I kick it like I'm Beckham
"On God"
All they sayin' I ain't never seen no proof
Half of all the truth
Setted apart from how you move
Ready depart I'm off the booth
Get a baton I'm on pursuit
Toe to the top you my masseuse
It's better to walk than talk and poof
Realness is hard to locate
Run the paint all hesitate
Who the fuck yall disobeyed
(They talkin' bout you)
(Oh shit you talkin' bout me, okay)
That's valid like a valedictorian
How you think I live it all, huh, carpe diem
I might needa call 'em to the colosseum
Watch the way you talk (Torque) fix it like my car rpm
But see the way I talk I got preamps
The voice that I'm bein'
Just picture me in frame
In European museums
Generation picture-perfect tho
Everythin' so "pick and roll"
Fact its since the get-go, so unethical
Snooze the fuckin' truth muthafuckas like the Nyquil
This goes to my idols, disciples, rivals
Bitch, get the fuck out
Wanna test me, ran your luck out
Bitch, wanna question but you already pretty shook how
We stay afloat the waves I advise that you should duck now
No hooks but the crowd got a knockout
How the hell we did it I don't know
It was Gilbey's with the bros
Boutta dip out to the shows
Shits an episode
New playas in the block crossin' all of the above
Man, you get the fuckin' point man
Just turn it up